Conway The Machine - St Regis lyrics

Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.

[Conway The Machine - St Regis lyrics]

Ladies and gentleman, uhh
You gotta pardon me
This shit sound so beautiful
Ladies and gentleman, like I was saying
Somethin special is about to take place, yeah

Look, smoking the greatest reefer
In the St regis with a thick yellow bitch
That can't take penis
Y'all can't join us or y'all can't beat us
My young niggas spray heaters make
A nigga bleed 8 liters uh, Ronny Feig Adidas
I'm used to trap kitchens, Pyrexes
Egg beaters shoot a nigga in his
Face don't hesitate neither
All my young boys is K squeezers
Guess you can say I'm a great leader, uh
We don't do the back and forth sneak disses
Niggas firing sticks homie and
We ain't missing i told niggas we don't play
Fair but he ain't listen
So if he gotta get his
Shit pushed, we ain't tripping, uh
We keep it on us we ain't slipping
My plug threw me three fishes get
The soda out and remix it
Squeeze biscuit close range ya
Shit'll be liquid i am the sickest, bitches
Uh, 500 for my shorts
My white girl bought like 500 worth to snort
My Puerto Rican bitch I gave the molly to her
This that new God flow, hallelujah
I should be at the top
Of any rapper discussion
This MAC I'ma bust it
Or smack a rapper weird to give
His ass a massive concussion
Before this rap shit I had to
Get my sack quick from hustling
Had straps by the dozen
You probably heard my last shit and
How fast I got buzzing
Or heard me rap on Statik shit but
Trust me that shit was nothing
That was light, my appetite is unmatched I'm
Like a silverback
You like a fucking applebite light
Blap blap clap you twice that's goodnight
Get you a nice pillow
Put you in that casket right
Aight, you niggas rappers we unwrappin white
We ain't never had shit
My niggas had to fight
Hit the road and go get it
And bring it back tonight
And pray we don't get pulled
Over that was life
It's a race to the top I'm
'bout to lap you twice
Looking back at you laughing like (hahahaha)
All y'all niggas follow the same process
All you rappers be wearing the same
Chains and the same watches
Get out of line, boy
My niggas flame choppers
Griselda shit, you niggas can't stop us
Motherfucker

I told niggas I'm walking on air, nigga
I'm in rare form, nigga
That's my word nigga, so please
Get out of line, nigga
I feel like I gotta show and prove man
You know what I mean?
Niggas ain't gon' be believing niggas
Niggas be thinking this shit
Is just rap shit, nigga
You know what I mean?
You better motherfucking check my resume
Nigga
Straight like that, More Steroids pussy
Machine daringer you a fucking genius, nigga
This the shit I need right here
This shit do something to my soul, nigga
My young niggas waving sticks, nigga
What's popping?
Talk to me I can't hear you, speak up
That's what I thought

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